Just as the wind off the hill whispers to the trees
Just as the bird on the bough sings into the breeze,
Just so my friend as life begins its final fall
I must tell you how I feel ere this curtain’s call.
Some songs I’ve heard have no words, others have no tune
They swell and rise and float aloft in time festooned.
Some friends I‘ve known crossed my path nodding cold farewell
Others stayed close by my side though they kiss and tell,
Some who came to plead my cause lingered on too long,
I do remember most the good, the kind, the strong.
While simple ways and gentle thoughts and silence too
Are peace that age has brought to me in purpose true.
If I count beyond my fears, just one smiling day
I won’t need another dream or another stay.
Claire V. Bogdanos 